Too Much Stress Makes Me Loopy and Silly

I’ll prove it to you.
Why of all days, when I’m frightened, exhausted, unable to sleep (again) do I bother to write? Because I believe Nora Ephron would. Yes, I know this makes no sense. (I don’t care.) To find something, anything, that will perk me up, make me laugh, and feel better, I usually write. Watch me channel Nora Ephron.
Overwhelmed and Underwhelmed

Perhaps it’s the newfound freedom to care less (if at all) about subjects, people, and activities. Aging does have its perks: I’m thoroughly enjoying saying “no” and I’m making better use of my time at home.
At times I am overwhelmed with the amount of work I want to do. Read this, write that, record this, take photos. I often quote Nora Ephron’s mother who told her,